Dark Steps

Chapter 5: Max

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(Hyde P.O.V)

I walked through the hollow hallways of the school, the destination of my locker wasn't far. My body still hurt like hell from last night, the question still remained; who was that girl? Why would she risk her life for mine? A shoulder collided with mine. I turned to see Johnathan; bruises covered his face, his nose even more crooked. This time he didn't stop and smash my face into a locker, he just kept walking.

'How hard did that girl beat his ass anyways?' I mumbled under my breath. I feel so weak, I mean a girl stood up for me! The two familiar blondes came into my view, a set of green eyes as green as a tree's leaf during spring.

"Hey Hyde!" Waved Matthew, smiling like usual. I forced on my fake smile. In the corner of my eye, I could see a girl running into the closest classroom. I turned around to see that she had dropped a lighter. I picked it up and inspected it; the flaming skull contrasting with the silver metal of the flick-open lighter.

"Whatcha got there?" Asked a curious Matthew.

"How do I know?" I sighed, "Some girl dropped it, she must've been in a hurry."

Michael snatched the object out of my hands, saying "It looks like something that Maximum Flame would carry."

I noted the slight sneer in his tone. "What'd she do to you?"

"The son of a bitch burnt my notes." Michael replied, clenching his fists at the memory.

"What did you do to her?" I pryed.

"He hit on her." Matthew tried to smother his laughter with his hands, not very successfully, might I add.

"So she burnt his notes??" I asked, shock lacing my tone, with a hint of awe.

"What can I say, she's a badass who likes fire and who would beat yo skinny ass in a heartbeat." Matthew said, trying to imitate a 'gangsta.'

"I've had enough of that..." I mumbled under my breath.

"Huh?" Matthew asked, peering into my blue eyes.

"Nothing. Hey, I'm bored out of this place, can we go to the library?" I

said, lying really badly.

"Cool with me." Michael says, walking down the hallway.

"Okay then." Matthew drawls, he then walk away from the mysterious classroom, toward delicious food, sweet food, food! He is so lucky to have a free period, I however, have english

(Max P.O.V.)

I grudging walked up the school's dirty steps. I heard the sound a locker opening, the only open one on the empty hallway. I continue to walk, trying to keep my head down, keeping away from people. I heard the classroom in front of me door's open, two blondes exited, I noticed one immediately. It was Michael, the ass hat who had tried to hit on me last year. I saw the boy who was standing at his locker turn to face the two twins, giving off a fake smile. I recognised him from last night, it was the weak as butt face who ran from Johnny and his buddies. He doesn't look half as bad as he did when he ran. I knew that I needed to get away, so that he wouldn't see me.

"Where to go, where to go..." I mumble under my breath, scanning the hallway for possible escape routes.

"Ah hah!" I quietly exclaim as I flung the door to the english room open, and threw myself inside as silently as possible. I cursed when my black leather jacket got caught on the bookshelf. I turned and un-hooked it. I noticed the laces from my black biker boots were un-done, so I leant over to re-tie it. After I had finished, I scanned the room. This was my actual english room. Huh, what a coincidence. After I heard them leave, I left as well, hearing the bell go. I slipped out of the room, going into my locker, grabbing my english book and my 'other stuff' book; it had a green cover with a set of blue headphones and the saying, 'Without music, life would be a mistake' on the cover. It had an assortment of poems, drawings and quotes.

I took a deep breath before entering the empty room that I had just vacated. I sat in my normal seat, in the far right corner, right at the back. As more students filed in, one persons black hair and striking

blue eyes looked in my direction. I quickly ducked, my dark brown hair creating a barricade between me and the outside world. As the teacher entered the room and started calling the roll, I waited patiently for my name. I learnt the boy's name I had been avoiding, it was Hyde Martin.

"Max Flame." I heard the teacher call.

"Yeah." I answered, sighing. I saw the kid in front of me -Hyde- swivel his body to face me. I death glared him until he turned back to the front, which wasn't long. I then heard the door open again, and saw my ex-boyfriend, now arch nemesis, walk in. Johnathan Morgans, the spawn of Satan. He walked to the only empty seat, two rows from me, next to his equally evil buddy, Harry. The first I bashed for hitting on me. I smirked with triumph when I saw that his arm was in a sling. Good. He tried to make eye contact but backed down, fear clear in his eyes.

When the teacher's back was turned, Johnny boy -I love how that annoys him- walked over to Hyde and -as Hyde's head was bowed down, copying down notes- he slammed the poor butt face's head into the desk, then he turned to me and kicked the legs from out the back of my chair, causing me to fall backwards, my arms flailing. I landed with a loud thud, I swear he just fractured my ass. This S.O.B is going to pay with his blood, I swear. I stood, readying myself to fight, but then the teacher turned around. I sat down with lightning speed, while Johnny boy got caught. Hah, suck it Johnny boy. I rested my head on my desk, closing my eyes, listening to the teacher drone on. The next thing I knew, the bell rang.

"Class, you're dismissed." I grinned from ear to ear as I walked toward the cafeteria, if there's one thing I loved it's food, music and my favourite teddy bear, JJ. When I saw Johnny boy sitting in his usual seat, I stormed over, remembering what he did to butt face and I. Speaking of butt face, he was walking towards his table, the one I was currently standing next to. I was standing next to Michael, actually. He wasn't my main target though, Johnny boy was. I walked up to him, grabbed his lunch of lasagne and tipped it over him. I then grabbed his still-full can of pepsi, tipped it on him, then crushed it, using his thick skull.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that you little bitch!" He exclaimed as he leapt from his seat, readying to fight.

I was waiting for him to throw the first punch. He did, going for a right hook, aimed at my face. I suprised him, using the momentum from dodging his punch and aimed an uppercut straight at his square jaw, dislocating it. It was then that butt face tripped over ass hat's foot, smashing straight into me.

"You idiot!" I screamed as we went down, the cold linoleum floor making me shiver as it collided with my back. I took the brunt of the fall, both of our weights crushing me. I quickly pushed him from me, jumping to my feet, then fleeing the crowds. That butt face ruined everything! Now I look weak, I can't look weak. I'm a serial arsonist for crying out loud! The girl who plays with fire!